Feb 06, 2012 12:49
I am a closet praise and worship lover.
I had an intense week, which culminated in me shedding exhausted tears Friday evening and shuffling the kids all over the place until finally they were away from me... I needed some peace. Sunday morning, I finally felt rested and listened to old gospel cds on the way to pick them up. It's funny, I feel like a closet praise and worshiper. None of my friends really get it or could get into it - most of them are atheists (except perhaps my sister(s)). Also, I feel like people who do enjoy praise and worship perceive me as an 'other' or pagan - certainly not someone who feels lifted or in the spirit when listening. And I don't necessarily want them to think that I agree with them (because a lot of their religious interpretations offend me). So, I feel like, it's just me and God. It's very personal, and people experience God in different ways, or sometimes not at all. Whatever the case, it is me, it is mine. And I'm glad I rediscovered Brooklyn Tabernacle Choir's Praise Him on Sunday morning.